I once planted a fern tree.
The tree was small and shiny and smelled of pine cones
and swayed in the cold wind which made it sparkle in the moonlight.
Up and up it grew so fast, through the clouds, it did not stop
through the stars ever so dark.

Through the ebony sky the once small plant
sprawled the galaxy in search of others, like him.
In between Mars and the Moon,
he saw a seedling poking out of a hole in the ground,
he was eager to take a closer look which he did,
and a fern tree he had found.